To begin…
- Number of French cops who surrounded me at my house: 3
- Number of French newspapers I’ve been in: 3
- Number of smelly Camembert cheese packages in the fridge: 5
- Number of times I fell down the Metro stairs: 1
- Number of times I’ve washed my pants: 0
4 responses so far ↓
326 Woost Street // Wednesdayth Septemberth 27th at 2780804270993030626987820200011593874613920060
Whatever the odor is, it is a marvel how it clings to me and how apt my skin is to imbibe it. He who complains of nature that she has left man without an instrument to convey smells to his nose is wrong, for they convey themselves. But in my particular case my mustache, which is thick, performs that service. If I bring my gloves or my handkerchief near it, the smell with stay there the whole day.
Kang0l'roo // Wednesdayth Septemberth 27th at 27111159270993030626904123230011594015563920060
I haven’t washed my pants either in the same timeframe. Today i went to the beach and put sand in my pockets. I will bring this sand with me to Paris. There it will infect european sand. Texas is bigger than France.
the wind // Fridayth Novemberth 10th at 1010153101111305063131201010011631235914520060
have you washed your pants yet?
blacksnakesisabroad // Wednesdayth Novemberth 15th at 15909461511113030631894821210011636271644620060
no, not once